Scarsdale, NY: Friday 23rd January 2015
Cat on a hot tin roof
That’s exactly how I felt in the ten days after Sue and I took the momentous decision to see if the reality with Francis would be as good as the fantasy. (Only for some reason I could never picture a cat on a hot tin roof, the picture that always came into my mind was Dr. Seuss’ Cat in a Hat, complete with that tall red and white knitted hat. Go figure!)
I was climbing the walls with anticipation and excitement. I’d waited for this for more than twenty years, since my first adolescent fantasies about beautiful wives being shared with virile studs. The waiting was almost unbearable, not helped by Sue who seemed to veer between caring wife and tormentor-in-chief.
I’d reluctantly agreed to Sue’s request for a seven-day‘ cooling off’ period, in Sue’s words just in case either of us got cold feet. During this seven day period, Sue alternated between checking I was still okay with things and teasing the hell out of me. She was very inventive In her teasing. Often telling me how much she was looking forward to her date with Francis, what a great dancer he was and how she thought he was by far the most handsome man she’d met in a long time. Her teasing was part test, to see if she could make me so jealous I’d change my mind, and part enjoying winding me up. That’s always been part of her character, but she keeps it well-hidden and only the people she’s close to normally get teased so mercilessly. Thankfully, I get teased a lot.
I begrudgingly agreed that the seven day period was sensible, but in my more private moments, I wondered if Sue had actually imposed it as a way of driving me to an even higher level of need and anticipation. With every day that passed, my need for my fix grew stronger and my day-dreaming grew more constant.
I was a total bag of nerves, totally obsessed by what was about to happen between Sue and Francis. I could think of nothing else and I was next to useless at work. It seemed my every waking hour was dedicated to picturing Sue and Francis together making love.
By this point, all of those earlier voices in my head telling me not to do this thing were just so much dust in the rear view mirror. These voices had nearly won out on the night of the gala dinner when Sue had requested to go with Francis, but now they were dead and buried. My need for my fix was too strong.
The only practicality intruding into my fantasy world was the need for a conversation with Francis, to explain to him what we had in mind and to check if he was okay with it. Part of me thought this should be a ‘man-to-man’ conversation, but in the end, we agreed it was best handled by Sue. She knew Francis better than I did, and she convinced me that Francis would be more likely to talk openly about this kind of thing to a woman than another guy.
When Sue came back from her chat with Francis, I could see from her smile the conversation had gone well, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Sue snuggled up next to me and filled me in on the details. Francis hadn’t been hugely surprised, given how’d he’d already been part of our watching game. Sue told me that Francis had said he’d be honored to be with Sue and to be part of our marriage in this way. Apparently, he’d never done anything like this before. But he had friends who’d done something similar in their marriages, and he was open-minded and didn’t judge.
Sue told him we wanted to take things slowly, as we didn’t want to destroy a happy marriage and family, and he thought this was a smart move on our part. He told Sue he’d always respect our marriage and friendship. Sue and I had no doubts on this score. It was just who Francis was, a grieving widower who’d himself been in a happy marriage. To a man like this, causing problems in our marriage who be an insult to his own memories of Heidi and their marriage.
Date night finally arrives
I had to smile when the night of their first real date finally arrived because my wonderful wife, who’d spent the last week and a half teasing the hell out of me, was now equally as nervous as I was. I could see the nerves in her face, as she admitted her tummy was churning at the thought of being physically intimate with a man other than me for the first time in twenty-two years.
We’d discussed what ‘going slow’ meant in practice and we’d set out ground rules. Sue and I had talked it through and agreed that anything short of full-sex was okay on their first date.
As I returned from work on that Friday evening, Sue was already in our bedroom preparing for her evening of clubbing with Francis. After the briefest of kisses and conversations, Sue banished me from the bedroom, saying that I was making her nervous as I sat there watching her.
She wasn’t wrong, because after all this waiting I was a bag of nerves, knowing in my heart that despite all my obsessing it was only later tonight I’d really know how I felt about Sue being with another man. That was the hard truth that both Sue and I faced. We both wanted to do this thing but had no idea how we’d feel about the reality compared to the fantasy.
Finally, Sue came down the stairs and presented herself for my inspection. She was a vision of beauty and sexiness, and I had no doubts she’d outshine all of the much younger nurses that might be in the group. She was dressed in an outfit that I’d never seen before. Knowing she’d bought it especially for Francis gave me a delicious feeling of jealousy.
The outfit comprised a pretty turquoise floral top which showed which showed plenty of cleavage and a plain white micro-mini skirt which only just covered the tops of her matching white stockings. She was clearly braless beneath the low cut top and the whole outfit was completed by matching turquoise four-inch heels. I loved the sexy heels but wondered about their practicality for a night of dancing. Sue said she’d partly chosen the four-inch heels because they made her feel sexy, and partly because Francis was so much taller than her.
Sue had teased me that the other nurses described Francis as a ‘walking wet dream’. Seeing her dressed like this, I thought that this title had just been transferred to Sue. Looking as hot as she did, I thought Francis had better be on his A-game tonight, or some other guy would try and steal my wife away from him. She looked so damned hot.
I tried to kiss her, but Sue playfully pushed me off, telling me I’d spoil her make-up. Teasing me with an afterthought that tonight her lips belonged to another man. As she made a final inspection in the mirror, she turned to me and tormented me a little more.
“Do you think Francis will like it?”
I grinned, “I reckon he’ll think all his Christmas’s have come at once.”
Claire smiled, happy at my answer, and asked me one last time, “Honey, are you still okay with what we’re doing and our rules?”
I smiled, not surprised by Sue’s last act of caution, so in keeping with everything except those few mad minutes she’d had when she’d lost control on the gala night.
And like a naughty schoolboy repeating by rote I repeated, “Yes miss, I’m fine with it. No sex, but everything else is on the Nigerian menu tonight.”
Sue giggled at my joke and looked into my eyes before giving me a little kiss on the cheek. The next time those lips kissed me, they’d be the lips of a shared-wife. Or at least a woman who was half-way down that slippery slope.
The car horn outside signaled Sue’s cab had arrived. I’d offered to drive her, but she’d declined, telling me I’d make her nervous. And with a final hug, my beloved wife was off out of our family home to start a new chapter in our married life.
As I saw the cab’s tail-lights disappearing around the corner, my mind went back to how I’d felt on the night Sue and Francis had been together at the fundraiser. I knew tonight was going to be the same but magnified a thousand times over.
Then it had only been a game, played for one evening only. This was for real, and being played for keeps.
I poured myself the single drink I’d decided to allow myself tonight, a very large gin and tonic. I took my first sip, savoring the bitterness of the tonic and the kick of the overpoured gin. Looking at my watch I worked out it would be at least an hour before I received my first text update from Sue. Sue had promised to send me regular updates, to keep me involved. As she put it, to keep my suffering within manageable limits. She teased me that with her and Francis both being medical professionals, they had a duty of care to make sure I didn’t die of neglect or a heart attack tonight.
As I waited for the first text to arrive from Sue, I wondered how the other members of the group would respond to seeing Francis and Sue flirting and making out. As far as we knew, no-one in the hospital had an inkling of the budding romance between the handsome widowed doctor and Sue. And so people were bound to sit up and take notice as Sue and Francis spent all evening together.
I recalled what Sue had told me about the Friday night group. That they were a close-knit group with an unwritten rule that anything that happened on these night-outs wasn’t gossiped about at work. From what Sue said, there were at least three full-blown affairs going on within this little group, with five of the six people involved being married. As she’d said right when she’d first suggested it, to this group her and Francis was just one more affair amongst many.
Thinking about this group knowing that Sue and Francis were having an affair, I found the idea strangely erotic. It was all part and parcel of the masochistic pleasure of giving Sue to another man. The thought that others would know that Sue and Francis were together, and would assume I didn’t know about it and was some kind of poor and humiliated husband.
Sue’s little surprise for me
My day-dreaming was interrupted by the ping of my first message. I was surprised that I didn’t recognize the number, but opened the text anyway. Reading the text and looking at the four attached images I felt my chest tighten and had to force myself to take deep breaths.
“Hi Pete, I’m Sue’s friend Jenny. Sue told in me what’s happening and asked, as she’s going to be a bit busy if I can keep you updated while her and Francis get their freak on, have fun, Jenny xx”
The fact that someone else knew what was going on just gave my masochistic pleasure an extra surge, and I wondered what this Jenny thought of me. I re-read Jenny’s text, her little joke about Sue being too busy to update me making me wince. And then I opened the pictures.
The first picture showed Sue and Francis just stood next to each other, my wife looking directly at the camera as she snuggled up to Francis, as he kissed the side of her head and appeared to be smelling her hair. This picture had a bar as the backdrop.
This seemed tame enough, but when I opened the second picture I felt like 10,000-volts had just been pumped through my chest, because for the first time I saw my wife kissing another man. And it wasn’t just a small, inconsequential kiss. That kiss was full of passion and need, and it shouted out to anyone who saw it that these two people had an urgent physical desire for each other.
This second photo appeared to have been taken only a few seconds after the first, as they were in the same position next to the bar. I studied every little detail. The way that Sue’s head had to be tipped back to accept the hungry kiss from the taller Francis. The way their lips were pressed together. The way Sue’s big boobs were pressed tightly against Francis’ powerful chest, putting more of her tit flesh on show as her big boobs seemed to nearly spill out of the low cut top. The way that Francis’ hands tightly held Sue around the waist, making a clear statement that Sue was his tonight.
My hands were shaking as I took in all of these details, and when I’d finally calmed down enough I scrolled to the next photo, with a feeling of dread and excitement about how it might affect me. The third image was relatively tame, just showing Sue pulling Francis by the hand to the dance floor, and I didn’t know whether to feel disappointed or relieved.
The fourth and final image showed the two of them on the dancefloor, looked in a passionate embrace. Sue’s arms were around Francis’s neck, with her head tilted back as she offered her mouth to her date. As the photo was taken from some distance and from directly behind Sue, I couldn’t see their mouths, but from Francis’ expression, it was clear they were kissing.
Just as I was cycling back for a second look through the photos, my phone pinged again and I saw it was Sue’s friend Jenny again.
“Hey Pete, hope you liked the photos. Don’t Sue and Francis look hot together? If you want to see what they’re doing now, let me know and I’ll Facetime you so you can see for yourself. But you might not be pleased, I think Sue’s really into him, Jen xx”
I felt my blood run cold as I read Jenny’s words. This is what I thought I’d wanted for the last twenty years, but now I was being offered the chance to see it for real, I was paralyzed with fear and uncertainty. What if I couldn’t cope with seeing my wife with another man? What if I hated it? What if Sue liked it too much?
All these questions and a thousand other questions ricocheted around my mind until I thought my mind was going to explode with an overload of fear. Despite this fear, I’d known from the moment I’d read Jenny’s second text that I’d say yes, unable to resist the temptation.
I texted back to Jenny and moments later I was looking at the face of a woman I semi-recognized as Jenny, from various Facebook pictures and hospital events.
“Hey Pete,” she greeted me cheerily. “Sue’s told me all about it, and I wish my old man was as generous and understanding as you are.”
The camera then turned until it showed Sue and Francis out on the dance floor, locked in a tight embrace as they danced slowly. Sue’s arms were locked around Francis’ neck as they kissed like there was no tomorrow. As I continued watching this was slow dance which was more like some kind of mating ritual, Jen’s voice provided an unwelcome background commentary.
“Hey, Pete, you know Sue’s really into Francis, don’t you. I hope that’s not going to create any problems further down the line. Look at them, they’re besotted with each other. Only one way this is gonna end tonight, Pete, and I think it’s not going to be Francis who’s gonna be sleeping alone tonight.”
I continued to watch, Jen’s commentary providing an acid that ate into my confidence, but I couldn’t stop looking at the video feed. Sue and Francis had hardly broken from that kiss in the five minutes I’d been watching and listening to Jen’s caustic comments. And then I saw Jen’s hands take hold of Francis’ dark hands and gently move them from her hips to cup her breasts.
For what seemed an age, Francis’ big hands squeezed and cupped Sue’s boobs as they continued to kiss and slow dance. I was struck again by the size of Francis, particularly how broad he was as he seemed to dwarf Sue.
As I continued to watch, I started analyzing my feelings. I felt insanely jealous and insecure as I watched them together, with many painful teenage experiences coming fresh back to my mind. But at the same time, I was more excited than I can describe, watching the woman I loved and the mother of my child making out with another man. It was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen and it was like a drug to me. However jealous and insecure it made me feel, I knew that I wanted as much of this fix as I could get.
With this realization throbbing in my head, I saw my wife and Francis finally break their kiss, as they started walking back towards the camera. As they got closer I could see that Sue was looking directly at the camera, and I picked up her conversation with Jen.
“Thanks, hun.”
“That’s okay, Sue. I think hubby really liked it, watching the two of you.”
This made Sue grin, and as she reached the table she picked up the phone so that my phone screen was filled by her beautiful face.
“Hi honey, I thought you might like to be part of the fun and games. And Jen here kindly offered to help out. Are you okay, Pete honey?”
It was wonderful to see that face which meant so much to me, and just to be connected with her felt like a cool balm on the jealousy and pain I was feeling. I didn’t want to tell Sue just how bad I’d been feeling in case she abandoned the evening, which was the last thing I wanted.
“I’m loving it, baby. The two of you look great. Really hot,” I told Sue, giving her a half-truth of how I felt inside.
Sue smiled and I died a little inside as I saw how she cuddled a little closer with Francis and squeezed his hand, as she listened to my words. It hurt like hell to see her so intimate with another man, but it gave me the biggest adrenaline rush I’d ever known.
She blew me a kiss and then turned to the man standing by her side and pulled him down so that they could share a deep French kiss, Sue’s hand stroking Francis’ neck as I saw their tongues playing and fighting in each others’ mouths. As their kiss went on and on, part of me felt like crying. But another part of me wished I could magically slip through the phone and stand right next to them while they made out.
I saw Sue slightly pull back from their kiss, and then gaze into Francis’ eyes as she tenderly touched his cheek. This look between them seemed to last an age, and in some ways, it hurt more than the kiss. I’d seen them look at each other like this on the two evenings they’d spent together before. But that was a game, clearly understood by Sue and me, whereas this was real life.
After a final shared little kiss between them, Sue lowered her arms from around Francis’ neck and held his hand as she looked back at the camera.
“Are you still okay with this Pete?” she asked, a serious look in her eyes. “Because if you’re not, honey, you better say something soon, because things are going to get pretty hot and heavy from now on in.”
She turned with a little look to Francis and an intimate hand squeeze, the two of them closer than she and I at that moment, and then looked back at the camera linking us.
“Honey, this thing between Francis and me has been building up every time we see each other, and I think we’re going to explode. So please, if you’ve got any doubts and want us to stop, please tell me now because I’m not sure we’ll be able to stop if we go much further.”
Sue stopped speaking, just looking at the camera, giving me a chance to tell her and Francis to stop. That I couldn’t cope and wanted to go back to safety. But as we just looked at each other’s faces in those two small screens, nothing could have been further from my mind.
“Sue, honey. I don’t want to stop.”
And then I took a deep breath and told her what I really felt.
“Sue honey, I’m tired of going slow. I’ve been waiting for this since that first night at the shelter Christmas Party. And I don’t want to wait any longer. I don’t want to be careful and cautious anymore. Honey, I can see it written all over your face. You love me, but right at this moment it’s Francis who you want to give yourself to.”
Even in the small screen, I could see a slight change in Sue’s expression, as a slight look of regret and guilt mixed with happiness in her face.
“So, honey, screw going slow! I want you and Francis to jump in a cab so that you can spend the rest of the night with two guys who think you’re wonderful and think you’re the sexiest woman in New York tonight.”
I breathed a sigh of relief at getting it out there, what I knew I needed to happen, and I waited for Sue to say something.
I could see she was conflicted, torn between her desire to be with Francis and her innate caution for us to stick to our plan to take things slow and gradual.
A pained look appeared on her face, and she asked, “Are you sure, honey. Really sure?”
“Sue, honey, I’ve never been surer of anything in my life!”
Finally getting my fix
I’d told Sue I was sure, and in a way I was and I wasn’t sure. I still had doubts, about some of my feelings and how it would really feel to see Sue go to the next level with another guy. Watching them kissing and making out had sent me into paroxysms of pain and excitement. If that’s how I felt watching them make out, what would it be like when I actually saw them make love. But I knew I couldn’t share my pain and doubts with Sue, because she’d stop the whole thing.
But the thing I was sure about was that this doubt and pain didn’t matter, because I’d do anything to get my fix. I’d push through the pain and the jealousy to get my first high, even now realizing that I’d want more after tonight.
I waited anxiously for their cab to arrive. The sound of a car hit my ears, followed by giggling and two loud slightly semi-drunk voices, and then two doors slammed shut.
“Hi honey,” my smiling and flushed wife greeted me.
I was already up out of my chair, pressing her beautiful face between my sweating palms as I kissed her with a fire I’d not felt since our early courting. Finally, I broke our desperate kiss to let her breath.
“Wow, someone’s pleased to see us!” my wife teased, adding with a suggestive smile. “So I take it you haven’t changed your mind then, honey? You still want Francis and me to make love.”
I grinned, catching her mood. “More than you’ll ever now.”
As I looked into Sue’s eyes and smelt her breath, I could tell that what I’d interpreted as a semi-drunk wife was in fact just a woman drunk with excitement. Sometimes I forgot she wanted this almost as much as me. Hell, maybe she wanted it even more than me. That was truly a scary thought!
Sue kissed me with a soft gentleness so different than the needy kiss I’d given her, and then moved away from me and back to her date for the night. Then she looked into my eyes before turning to Francis and wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling the large Nigerian down to continue the deep kiss they’d been enjoying at the club. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity, their lips melded together as their tongues explored each others’ mouths.
It was Sue who finally broke their kiss, pulling back to look into Francis’ dark eyes, smiling softly. “You see, Francis baby, I told you he doesn’t want to wait, look how excited he is watching us.”
The start of a smile appeared on Francis’ face, as he turned to look at me and spoke for the first time. “Are you sure you’re okay with this, Pete. If Sue and I go upstairs, so help me god, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop myself ravishing your beautiful wife, even if you don’t want to go through with it.”
I felt a lump in my throat as those little voices of fear, so long silent, made a final appearance. My throat dry and barely able to speak, in a choked voice I gave my final approval. “Francis, this is what I want. I’ve thought about little else since the shelter party. I want to watch you two together, and I know how much Sue wants it as well.”
In my lifelong fantasies, I’d always been a passive voyeur in these scenes, but something in me stirred and I walked across to Sue and took hold of her hand as our eyes connected.
“Come on, darling, I want to take you upstairs and give you to Francis,” adding just a hint of humor as I saw her nerves. “That is, if that’s what you really want.”
That was a special moment for the two of us. There was nothing crude or vulgar about this moment or what we were doing. At that moment, our eyes truly were the windows into each others’ souls as we both knew how much we wanted this thing. And I realized my lifelong fantasy had crossed to Sue, and she wanted this as much as I did.
I kissed her softly and led her upstairs, my only words being to Francis who now also had a hint of nerves about him. “Come on, Francis, I think we’ve got a hungry woman who’s going to outlast both of us.”
A beautiful gift
As we reached our master bedroom, I gently turned Sue by her shoulders and looked into her eyes.
“I love you, babe. I want you to have this, for you, and for me.”
I saw tiny tears of emotion leave the corners of Sue’s beautiful green eyes. I kissed her softly and caught the tears with my fingers.
“Hey, no tears. You know you and me is forever, what we’re doing here can never hurt that. It’s a beautiful thing, a gift to this wonderful lonely friend of ours, and something we both want.”
“I love you, Pete,” was all my emotional wife could find to say, caught up in the moment. Normally so full of words, she was all out.
One more soft kiss, and then our mouths locked together in a hungry fight as my hands worked at the catch and zip that held her mini-skirt in place. Sue’s hands squeezed at my tented pants as I released her skirt and she kicked it away, my hands now pulling her low-cut top up and over her shoulders.
I cupped and stroked those wonderful breasts, recalling how they’d fed our son and given me so much pleasure over so many years. In a moment to be shared with another man, no longer my sole property. Sue’s nipples had been hard before they’d felt my touch, but now they were prouder and stiffer than I’d ever know them. Her excitement was both a challenge and a drug to me, hurting me and yet calling me on as I realized just how much my wonderful wife wanted this new man.
I gently got Sue to sit on the edge of the bed and then pushed her so she was lying flat with her legs still on the ground. I started pulling her sodden panties away to reveal her treasure. I knew Francis was standing just a couple of steps behind me, his breathing deep and excited as he stood there watching our show but still fully clothed.
But at that moment I didn’t care about Francis. That would come later. This was about Sue and me. As I pulled Sue’s delicate panties they carefully passed her spikey high heeled feet. I gently eased her legs a little further apart as I kissed my way up one leg and then the other.
Sue and I had played this game a thousand times before, only this time this was the taster not to prepare Sue for me, but to prepare her for another man. A man I knew was far taller and heavier than me. And a man who I strangely hoped was also better endowed and more virile than me. With a cock worthy of my twenty years of fantasy and worthy of this amazing woman who’d been my everything for as long as I could remember.
Old habits die hard. I knew from her breathing that Sue was beside herself with excitement, and part of me knew it was hard on her for me to tease her in this state, but this is how we always played this game.
So even as her desperate hands pulled at my scalp and tried to push me in, my neck muscles resisted and I blew with the softest of breaths on her womanhood, the touch of my tongue on her bud barely discernible.
“Please. Please, honey. I need this,” she begged, her voice loaded with need and urgency.
I took pity and slowly upped my pace and lapped at her pussy, using all of my face and mouth to do the things I knew she’d loved these last twenty years. Her hands in my hair relaxed a little, as my tongue and teeth gave her what she needed.
I worshipped and pleasured my wonderful wife like this until I sensed that her own excitement was building up, and then as I realized she was close I slowly lifted my head away. Sue was too slow to realize what I was doing and by the time she realized, my head was already gone and she just looked at me with an imploring sadness.
I lay by her side and kissed her, sharing her own taste with her. “Not yet, honey. I want you to cum when Francis is deep inside you. You understand that? You want that as well?”
Sue looked at me, her eyes hooded from her near orgasmic state and the excitement and need pent-up all these weeks. “Yes, baby. That’s what I want.”
And I saw Sue’s gaze move passed me as she looked at Francis, her look of desire making me shiver with a mix of fear and excitement. This was my cue, as the adolescent voyeur in me returned and I slowly raised my body from the bed.
Switching my attention between the two of them, I said my final piece before withdrawing, for now.
“I’m going to give you two a little privacy for your first time together.”
I looked at Sue and gave her a final kiss. “Sue, darling, I love you and this is my gift to you. Enjoy each other.”
And then I turned to Francis, “Sue and I have had this fantasy for longer than you can know. Enjoy her, Francis, my friend. This is three friends sharing something beautiful.”
And then, a simple pat on the arm marking the handing over of the baton, I left the room and handed my wife to another man.
The die was now cast, and I withdrew, careful to close the door just far enough to give them the privacy I’d promised. But not so far that I couldn’t peer in from the shielding nighttime darkness of the upstairs landing.
Worth the twenty-year wait
What I witnessed in the next few hours was something that will live in my memory forever. I’d fantasized and watched movies, but that was as nothing compared to actually standing silently in the dark and watching the woman I love give herself to another man.
In the next few hours, two equally haunting and erotic sets of memories were carved into my brain. The first set of imprints were the physical sights and sounds. Even now, four years on, I sometime get flashbacks. Suddenly a picture or a sound from that evening will jump right back into my current consciousness, the longevity and vividness of these memories showing their power.
Because for any man there’s nothing more humiliating or enticing than watching the woman who’s given you her heart physically sharing her body with another man. And when she’s not just sharing her body, but doing it in a way that tells you her new lover is better than you, it’s the single biggest high and single biggest low hitting your system at the same split second. At that instant, you’re pulled to heaven, just as the devil’s dragging you in the other direction.
And those were the sights and sounds I couldn’t avoid, and didn’t want to avoid from the moment I left the two of them together in our bedroom, pretending I’d gone away.
I was barely out the room, then Francis smiled at Sue and laid himself on the bed in the exact same spot where I’d lain, replacing me even before my spot on the bed was cold. I could see in Sue’s eyes how happy she was that after all these weeks of game playing, she and Francis would finally be together. I’d already seen them kiss several times tonight, but that first kiss they shared on our bed was especially difficult and exciting to watch. They both knew it was just the entrée for a love game that would end up with them being united in the closest way a man and a woman can bond.
And as they kissed, Francis’ large black hands cupped and stroked Sue’s big, enhanced breasts and I heard her moan with desire. This wonderful woman, solely mine for twenty years, was about to become another man’s. As this man continued stroking and teasing her boobs, my wife’s nipples were bigger and more filled with blood than I’d ever seen them before.
She turned to Francis, “I need you, I need you inside me.”
Francis gave her the tenderest of kisses, and smiling at my beautiful wife told her, “I want you so bad, Sue, I want you too. But I want to do this right, honey,” and with that, he eased his bulk off the bed and started pulling off his clothes as quickly as he could.
His shorts came off first and I couldn’t help but notice the way Sue looked admiringly at his broad, barrel chest. His skin was smooth and dark brown, with well-defined muscles for a man who was five years older than me. As a child, I’d been thin and then broadened to normal with age, even trying to bulk up before the muscle would turn to fat. But what Sue and I were looking at was a man blessed by nature. Naturally broad and powerful, equipped to win that Darwinian battle to attract and protect a mate. And so I looked on jealously as I saw the way Sue’s gaze took in his powerful black body.
His pants and socks came next, revealing legs as solid as his trunk and boxers which were tented with a very large bulge.
“Come here, Sue,” he beckoned in a soft voice, as my wife scooted across the bed.
“Let’s do this right, honey. I want you to take them off, I want you to see how hard I am for you.”
Sue looked like she was in a trance. She looked up at her new man, said nothing but hooked her fingers into the side of his boxers and pulled them down in one easy motion.
A huge black cock sprang free, released to smack up against Francis’ stomach before it bounced back. As a keen student of porn through all these years of my fantasy, he wasn’t long like some Mandingo character. Not quite. But he was big. Very big, around twice as long as my own cock and certainly much much thicker than me. As a man insecure about my own manhood, I knew that most women really enjoy an extra thick cock, and I knew that Sue was sure to enjoy Francis, and likely want him again and again.
As if to prove my fear, Sue’s hand immediately reached up to start stroking her man’s large cock with her slim white hand.
Suddenly able to speak, she smiled up at Francis, “It’s beautiful Francis. So big. It feels wonderful, so heavy. So hard.”
Francis grinned, “It’s going to feel good inside you as well, Sue. For both of us. I can’t wait to be deep inside you.”
“Me too, I can’t wait to feel you inside my body. But I’m a bit nervous that it won’t fit or might hurt.”
“I understand, you’ve probably never had a man as big as me before. But I promise I’ll be slow and gentle until you’re pussy’s adjusted and stretched a little. It was like that with Heidi at first, but then she loved the extra size, she couldn’t get enough.”
The mention of his late wife’s name acted like an electric shock in my brain, making me worry that Francis was mentally bracketing Sue with his late wife, hinting at the type of relationship he wanted with Sue. The idea twisted my gut with fear, just as the adrenaline rush kicked in.
Sue seemed reassured by Francis’ words, as she allowed him to guide her back to the middle of the bed as he started positioning his body ready to consummate their relationship. But Sue wriggled out from underneath him and managed to turn the big African round so he was on his back, looking slightly confused.
Sue giggled as she looked into his handsome face. “You’ve not been with a woman in so long, I don’t want you coming too soon.”
Francis’ face switched from serious hunter to grinning like a cat in expectation of something he’d not enjoyed for a long time. Sue eased his legs apart and started blowing softly on his engorged cockhead. Sue loves oral sex, and that allied with a nurse’s inquisitiveness of what does and doesn’t work on the male genitalia has made her a world-class cocksucker.
I winced as I saw her lovingly look up at Francis as she started doing what until today had been reserved only for my much smaller cock. It felt like a kick in the gut as I watched her go through the familiar routine of which I was normally the lucky recipient. First, the kiss and the teasing, loving eye contact. Then she took his fat cockhead all the way into her mouth, her lips stretched by his girth as she sucked and her tongue played with the eye of his cock before it moved to the sensitive area were his glans meets his shaft.
I couldn’t see what Sue’s tongue was doing, but I knew from year’s of experience. Just as I knew, as Francis screwed up his face, that Sue’s teeth were now gently teasing the most sensitive parts of his glans.
With my five inches, Sue can easily deep-throat me, something she achieved even while we were dating, but that was never going to be an option with Francis. Satisfied with her work on his cockhead, I saw her angle her throat and take the first two or three inches of Francis’ fat cock into her mouth. The girth of his cock made taking any more impossible, but Sue didn’t mind as she used all of her tricks to excite her man and add to the pleasure her mouth was giving him.
Her left hand, engagement and eternity rings winking at me, worked up and down his shaft, as her other hand alternated between playing with his big balls and teasing his asshole. Sue kept eye contact with Francis throughout. Or at least she tried to, but her lover’s eyes were mostly closed, his face screwed up in a mask of pleasure.
I felt a strange bond between Francis and myself at this point. So many times I’d lain where he was laying, enjoying the same ‘heaven and hell’ experience. As Sue would lovingly bring her man to the brink, and then back off, repeating the whole game over and over until she took pity.
I knew exactly what Francis was going through. The exquisite pleasure, so finely balanced by the torment of denial, his whole being filled with an overwhelming urge for release and to shoot his seed.
As I watched my beautiful wife toying with her new man, I instinctively knew from the way they looked together that this wasn’t going to be a one-off. This thought filling me with both excitement and trepidation.
Sue continued like this until she won a heartfelt surrender from her new man. “Sue, baby. Please. I don’t think I can take this anymore. I need to cum. Please, let me cum.”
This was what Sue had been waiting for, as with a big smile she moved to Francis’ head and kissed him, looking him in the eyes with a grin. “Tell me you’ve not been with another girl since Heidi, and I’ll let you cum. I’ll drink all of you and then I’ll let you make love to me. Tell me!”
Nothing was said between them. Total silence, and I wondered if Sue had gone too far, in mentioning Heidi’s name like this. And then Francis spoke. “You’ll get what you want, Sue. You’ll be the first woman I’ve been with since Heidi.” With his hand behind Sue’s neck, he pulled her in and they kissed with a passion and urgency that took my breath away.
As I watched them kiss I knew that Sue was loving this game. My instincts told me that despite me supposedly being the one who’d pushed for this, she’d wanted it as much as me ever since that very first night of dancing. That she’d fantasized about it as often as me. It was like she was dragging this out as long as she could, enjoying the ritual and fantasy as long as she could, before fantasy gave way to reality.
I’m sure Francis was loving the kissing and exploring Sue’s body as her hands caressed his body. But Francis wanted something more now and he broke their kiss and for the first time, Sue and I saw him became assertive.
“Get that mouth where it belongs, woman!” he growled.
Sue grinned, “Mmmm, how masterful. Your wish is my command,” as she kissed her way down his dark body until her lips were once again wrapped around his thick cock as she went to work.
Sue knew that she’d teased Francis as much as was possible for one man to endure. I saw Francis’ hips start to buck as he pushed down on Sue’s head I knew that he was finally being given release. “Umm … ummm,” I heard Sue gag as Francis forced her head down an extra couple of inches as he roared like a bull, shooting his scalding seed into Sue’s mouth. The way he was lying and the way the bedside lamps threw their light, I could actually see his big balls doing their stuff as the tube in his cock pulsed, delivering its load to Sue’s eager mouth.
The gagging sound from Sue got quieter as Francis softened the pressure on my wife’s head. I saw that some of his seed had escaped and was coating the sides of Sue’s lips and starting to drip down.
Slowly Sue lifted her head, the mood having lost its intensity and urgency. The playful side of Sue returned as she stuck her sperm-covered tongue out at the man who had caused it, teasingly showing the doctor his own seed.
For a moments Francis looked concerned. “Sorry, Sue. I didn’t mean to make you gag like that. I just got carried away. Are you okay?”
Sue’s face changed from playful to mirror his concerned look, as she stroked his cheek. “Hey, stop worrying. I’m fine. I’m not some china doll you’re going to break.”
She looked at Francis, appreciating his concern. “I loved it. I loved tasting you. Swallowing your seed. You taste different to Pete. It’s a stronger taste. Tangier. More Salty.”
Francis smiled. “Well, you know, you shouldn’t really rely on only one taste test,” and they both laughed.
Sue moved back so they could resume their kissing and exploring, with Francis showing no hesitation in kissing the mouth and face that still carried his own seed, something I found deeply erotic.
As they kissed and explored, I had to take a moment to pull myself together and try and calm down. I was a wreck, my whole body flooded with excitement and adrenaline, while my mind and soul were consumed with jealousy and worry. Jealousy that I wasn’t the one with Sue. Worry that I’d paired my wife with a man like Francis and I might live to rue the consequences. I might soon be relegated to second best in my wife’s bed, and then maybe even in her life.
I struggled to push these thoughts away as I looked back into the bedroom. The scene hadn’t changed, they were still kissing, their hands wondering and stroking, two bodies new and exciting to each other. A freshness and excitement that a twenty-year marriage could never match.
The only change that I could see was that Francis had regained his erection, helped by the hand of my wife, a hand I’d taken in marriage and now given away earlier tonight.
Sue finally taken by another man
With Francis’ erection now restored to its impressive size, a silence descended upon the couple. It was as if neither wanted to sully the physical purity of what was to come with mere words.
Their eyes locked together, Francis gave Sue a final lingering kiss and then positioned his broad frame between her parted legs. They continued gazing at each other as Francis held himself and stroked his huge circumcised cockhead up and down Sue’s labia, make sure it touched her clit as he did so.
With a satisfied look on his face, he teased Sue in this way for a while, maybe getting his revenge for how she’d teased him with her mouth. It was Sue’s turn to surrender, as her panting voice called out, “Please, please Francis. I need you inside me.”
Francis stooped and placed a soft kiss on each of Sue’s eyelids, causing my startled wife to open her eyes. “Please.”
This time he kissed her mouth. “Okay, but first I have to know something, Sue. Tell me honestly, do you want this for yourself, or just for your husband. I need to know, I need to know that the woman I’m about to make love to wants me as much as I want her. After everything I’ve been through, it means a lot to me.”
There was a silence between them as they continued to gaze at each other before Sue spoke.
“Yes. I want this Francis. With all my heart. You mean a lot to me, Francis. I know I can never replace Heidi, but you mean a lot to me, and I hope you feel the same. I’ve seen the way you look at me, and you know I care for you. So, yes, I want this. I want us to be closer, Francis. And this is just one part of that.”
I thought I saw tears in Francis’ eyes as he listened to Sue’s words. And as I fought with my own mixed feelings, I put myself in his position and wasn’t surprised to see those tears. His beloved wife lost, a lifeline now thrown to him by a beautiful woman who cared for him and was about to surrender her body to him.
At that moment I honestly felt something I can only describe as emotional overload, pulled in so many different directions by so many different feelings. The feeling of excitement of watching my beautiful wife fulfill my twenty-year fantasy. The feeling of a deep and suppressed fear of where this might lead, and whether Francis and Sue wanted to play this out with Sue as Heidi 2.0. The feeling of jealousy that I wasn’t the man that Francis was. Not as big as him, not as well equipped to pleasure my wife. And a new visitor, a feeling of altruism that I was watching a wounded man starting to let himself go again and learning to love a woman. Because every fiber of my being told me that was what Francis’ last little speech had been all about.
I was a quivering wreck as I watched Francis pull Sue’s love lips as wide as they’d go and then lower his hips barely an inch as he and lodged his fat cockhead inside my wife’s body.
A sweet little moan, “Umm, fuck, you’re big,” was Sue’s response as she took the first different cock into her body since she’s been nineteen and had slept with Jared.
“Are you okay, Sue? Do you want me to pull out?”
“No, It’s okay. It’s just a bit of a shock. You’re much bigger than Pete, I guess I need to adjust a little.”
“There’s no hurry, Sue. If it makes you feel any better, it was like this for Heidi the first time.”
Francis’ mention of Heidi’s name again jangled my fear buttons yet again, just as it excited the masochist within me that was finally living his dream.
“And she was taller than me, right””
“Yes, she had a good four or five inches on you, so you’re doing well, Sue baby.”
Francis’ gentle words of praise made Sue smile with satisfaction. “Thanks. I think I’m okay to take a little more now, just go slow.”
Their mouths locked together in another bout of hungry kisses as Francis slowly and gently slid the rest of his big thick cock deep into Sue’s body. I knew that he was stretching her and going deeper than any man she’d ever been with. For the last twenty-two years, her diet had been my five-inches and our two seven-inch toys. But now she was taking a cock that was near twice my size and that was much fatter and longer even than the toys she was used to.
And, strange man that I was, I found this thought both thrilling and troubling. It was the very heart of what I’d wanted all these years.
And the look that I saw on Sue’s face when Francis was finally all the way in was the culmination of all of these years of dreaming and imagining. It was the high and low I’d sort, all rolled into one amazing rush.
Sue’s expression was one of pure and unadulterated pleasure and contentment. Sexual fulfillment written in human form on her beautiful face. Her legs were splayed, her body virtually covered and her breasts squashed flat beneath Francis’ bulk. And she had a huge black cock stretching her vagina wide and nudging deeply against the entrance of her womb.
At that moment I’d have given anything to be Francis, to have his body and penis and to have his ability to fulfill and satisfy my wife as I’d never be able to.
But I wasn’t him and all I could do was look on and get my second-hand kicks as I watched my wife of twenty years start a new journey in her life, as Francis sensed that Sue’s pussy had adjusted enough and was ready for them to now make love.
With his hands gently lifting Sue’s hips, Francis started slowly withdrawing his cock all the way out, his shaft glistening with Sue’s juices, and then with one slow smooth stroke he fed all nine-inches back into Sue’s willing body.
She moaned at the pleasure she’d just received and waited expectantly for Francis to repeat it. They shared a special smile as Francis propped himself and looked down into his new woman’s eyes as his black ass rose and fell. No doubt he was enjoying the soft moans from my sweet wife as she enjoyed the way Francis was stretching her wide and stimulating areas of her pussy never touched before.
Sue pulled him down so she could kiss her new lover. As they continued kissing she locked her shapely legs, turquoise heels amazingly still in place, around the back of the new man in her life. She held Francis there as his hips built up speed, her hands switching between exploring his body and clinging around his neck.
Francis was soon slamming in and out of Sue at a ferocious speed, his power and weight making Sue bounce up off the bed with each deep thrust. Sue was loving it. She’s always enjoyed both gentle and rough sex with me, but I’d never been able to give her anything as intense as this. After a few minutes, her first climax washed over her, and my ears were assailed by her shriek of ecstasy. I’d never heard or seen Sue come like this either with me or with either of our toys, and this fact thrilled and troubled me, as I continued to take in every detail.
I saw that look of satisfaction that all men know creep across Francis’ face, happy that he’d made his woman cum. He slowed and gave Sue gentle kisses and slow deep strokes until he sensed she’d recovered enough.
“More?”
A weak smile. “Oh god, yes. I’ve never had anything like this ever before. Where have you been all of my life?” she joked, but with a kernel of truth.
“Well, I’m here now, Sue.”
And again the words stopped as the lovers kissed, and Francis’ hips started working their magic again. As I heard Sue’s cries of passion building up again, I needed to pull back and take another time-out. I rested against the wall and tried to collect my thoughts. This was what I’d wanted all these years, and I was enjoying it more than I’d ever hoped and imagined I would. But what was really coming home to me was how much Sue and I were playing with fire.
Seeing the way that Sue was responding to Francis, knowing I could never give her this and hearing all of the references to his first wife was creating a growing fear. As Sue’s cries of pleasure called me back to watch, I knew that I was enjoying the high, but I was starting to fear what the price to be paid might be.
As I’d constantly done these last few weeks, I silenced these fears by allowing my enjoyment of the pleasures to push out these fears for now. Instead, I went back to the door and feasted on the sight of Francis’ huge black body plundering Sue and making her scream out with the pleasure of her second orgasm.
This time, when Sue had recovered, Francis didn’t bother to ask my wife if she wanted more. He knew that Sue wanted as much of him as she could get, and after he’d allowed Sue time to recover he started that familiar love dance as Sue clung to him, as his muscular ass drove his manhood in and out of my wife’s writhing body.
Only the ending would be different this time. As Sue’s moans and sobs started building from the pleasure she was receiving, I could see there was also an added urgency to the way Francis was moving his body. I’d heard him roar once before, when Sue had drunk his seed, and I felt my own juices start to rise as I knew what was about to happen.
Sue’s arms and legs held Francis even tighter in her grip as their mouths fought and Francis made one final thrust, Sue’s own orgasmic sobs drowned out by the roar of this black bull as he inseminated my wife.
The addict within me was in full control again, enjoying the risk we were taking, Sue being totally unprotected and still able to bear children. We’d not planned the evening to end this way, so we’d not discussed contraception. I’d waited twenty years for this, and so I was glad that by chance we’d ended up with no half-measures. No condom. No diaphragm and no pill. I had no fears that Francis was clean, so all was good.
By my reckoning, we still had three days to take a morning-after pill. I smiled to myself. It was only Friday night, so that gave us the whole weekend to play. The addict within had loved the first act of the play, and I couldn’t wait to enjoy the rest of the weekend.
For me, this was the culmination of a lifelong journey. And as I watched Sue and Francis cuddling, the different voices in my head wondered if this weekend would be the start of a different journey for them. And whatever my fears might be, I knew I’d encourage them to spend the rest of the weekend continuing their journey together. Live for the day, let tomorrow look after itself. That was the strongest voice in my head.
